Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 571

He took a couple of sips, then turned his head to the side.

She set the glass down and gently pressed her palm to his forehead for a few seconds.

No fever. That was a relief.

When she pulled her hand back, the room fell quiet again.

Clara didn't dare say anything about Z, and she didn't even want to mention going home-if he fainted again, she wouldn't know what to do.

Dylan's health had always seemed so fragile.

She sat quietly, lips pressed together, not saying a word.

His lashes were low, casting shadows over his eyes, when he suddenly mumbled,

"I want to take a shower."

"The doctor said you can't get wet," she reminded him.

He ignored her, hands already reaching for the covers to push them aside.

His back was still covered in wounds. Even the tiniest movement tugged at them. Clara panicked and grabbed his leg, holding him down.

She caught a glimpse of his face he looked even paler than before. Instantly, she blurted, "How about I help you wipe down instead? Once you're better, you can shower."

with his eyes closed, and didn't say

without thinking. Now

to get a basin of hot water and found a clean towel, then brought

here. But he'd gone to

herself up. But the more she thought about it,

dropped the towel in the water, hurried downstairs, and caught up with the housekeepers. "Mr. Dylan needs someone to

said it, everyone looked horrified, shaking their heads like she'd just asked them to jump off a

can't-sir never lets anyone touch

put us in that

there, Clara felt like she was on the outside

breath. "Then call Aiden. Tell him

of the housekeepers pulled out her phone and dialed. After a moment, she relayed, “Aiden's in a meeting with the execs, then he has to cover for

All Clara's hope vanished.

started wringing out the

glanced at her-she was sitting by the bed, looking completely defeated. The corner of his

up and tried to play it off, forcing a grin. "I just... I don't

looked straight at her, eyes dark. "When did I

there, not sure how to

a soft sigh. "If you really don't want to

hand and started wiping down his arm, then

What did he mean, "if you don't want to touch me"? Did

how, back

than a mummy-he'd always seemed to hate being touched,